and future, watch on the belarus 24 tv channel. on stage, honored artist of the russian federation yan osinir if stones could talk about courage, stones if they could not talk to you. the stars look from the sky, without blinking, it drives completely slowly, and in me it stops, the silence is as if the world is on that the war will be limited to the native land and wheezing. there are sirens, owls became dead tires nearby and, embracing immortality, he left the mute. god, it was doubly difficult for people, from the press there was such silence that it was impossible not to remember the war , every heart was like brest, under cross-fire , the enemy ran into a thousand brests, every heart was beating like delirium. my heart, overcoming my mercy, even the walls melted in the fire, it is a beauty of silence, such as if the world had stalled in that war. they could not speak under the clouds flying into the distance , they told the stones with courage, if the stones could talk. immortal song over the earth peaceful dawn for the heroes for the heroes of brest for the heroes the press baking she

on stage is the honored artist of the russian federation, yan osin and the rendezvous dance theater,er the direction of evgeniy malyshka. the spring of 1945, how the blue danube was waiting for you, freedom for the peoples of europe, brought a hot sunny may, on the saved square of vienna, people gathered, old and young, on the old one. in the battles of bastrusian harmonies our soldier played, vienna remembers, the albs and the danube remember, that blooming, singing, bright may, and the prince in russian balsa through the years, the heart remembers, will never forget, never, easily, with inspiration boldly, this soldier's voice sounded, and vienna spun and sang, as if he himself had played the trale, and the guy, with a happy smile, pressed his accordion to his heart, as if he had seen the volga floods, as if... he hugged her, vienna remembers, they remember the albs and the danube, that blooming singing, bright may, vi krelenze in the russian waltz through the years, the heart remembers and will never forget. a beautiful waltz floated over the gray vein, full of dreams and fire, it